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Red all around me.

Sticky red on my face and hands.

Sticky red on the floor around me.

I sit up slowly, my body stiff and foreign.

What the fuck happened?

When I push my back against the wall to hold myself up, and I get my first glimpse of the room, I scream.

In the middle of a pile of blood is the beautiful, dark-skinned traveler who stumbled into my fairy circle three days ago. His eyes are lifeless; his throat is nearly ripped out.

What did I do?

What the fuck did I do?

We were friends!

Why can’t I remember his name? I remember talking to him. He slept here. He kissed me. He touched me.

He made me feel like a person. Like I was worth something.

What did I do?

Why am I like this?

I don’t wanna be like this. I don’t want to be a fucking monster.

I thought I was doing okay. I felt okay. I felt like I was keeping it together.

But I must’ve blacked out and gone into a frenzy because the evidence is right in front of me.

He’s dead, blood pooling beneath his mutilated body. Coating my hands and chest. Clinging in my hair from where I collapsed into it.

But I don’t feel flush with magic like I should. I feel drained.

There is a gaping hole in my stomach, screaming for food.

My hindbrain reminds me that I do not know when my next meal will come.

That I can’t save my friend, and letting all of this food go to waste would be a travesty.

My stomach hurts.

Am I really going to do this?

I know I was hungry before, but I wouldn’t have lost control like this, would I?

I grab his body, pulling it through the puddles of blood that I’ll collect into glasses later, and hoist him into my lap.

My stomach hurts

Tears fill my eyes as I lower my mouth to his throat, latching on however I can and start pulling what remains of his blood into my mouth.

Maybe I deserve this prison, after all.

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